I Ain't Your Dog

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It took a few days before Donovan could see any action. The medic kept him under close observation. Strange how he could put a gun to his head and threaten and only get cussed at, and when something like a small rape happened, he was put under a watchful eye. Hell, he couldn't remember most of it. He just remember the moans of the man and his voice. It was distorted now, in his head to something demonic from the high he was on. There was no way to pinpoint where it came from. They did do a DNA sampling. He heard gunshots as he got out of bed and loud shouts.

Donovan blinked and started to walk over to where the action was to see a head blown off, blood splattered across the wall. It was sickening, it was...normal. He saw the Scorpio mark and realized who it was.

“The hell you do that for? He was pretty good.” The other guys turned to see the skinny mousy brown head of Donovan. None of them would say it, at first. Boomer cleared his throat.

“Rapists don't belong in Zodiac.” That clued him in, Donovan's eyes grew as wide as saucers. His head jerked back to the new guy and his hands shook. This was the fucker who did that? The teen stumbled back, gagging and running in an opposite direction to vomit in the bathroom. He remembered the face when it was whole, the scene started to lay thick in his head. It was third person and the shithead was on top, enjoying himself. The brunette leaned heavily on the sink, staring in the mirror. He looked at his reflection, it was pale, cheeks sunken in, eyes wide. He looked like shit in only a wife beater and jeans. He never had control of himself and now, now it was dim chance that he ever could. There was a knock on the door.

“Hey, you okay in there?” It was Boomer, why the hell was he always around? Donovan rinsed his mouth out and opened the door. The man knew the kid was stressed out by the sight of him. “All right, kid...here's the deal. I'm willing to bet you want another hit right now, right?”

Oh hell, another run, the teen gritted his teeth. It was enough to kill him right now, but that one moment of release, of freedom...it got him hurt last time.

“No, Boom, I don't.” It sounded honest, it sounded sincere, it sounded...desperate. He couldn't take much more, the violence was getting to his head. It took that fuckhead screwing his brains out to see it. Why was he thinking about that? He hugged himself and pushed the older man out and closed the door and locked it. Donovan slid down the door, leaning against it and shook. His mind was racing, he was trapped. He started to breathe in gasps, the walls were starting to close in. Tears streamed down his face as he fought from blacking out, panic was striking him. He felt the bangs of fists on the bathroom door against his back as he held his head. It was too fucking much. Boomer's shouts for him to open the damned door never reached him. His heart was in his throat at this point. Fuck...why didn't he just kill himself that day? It would make things a hell of a lot easier.

He wasn't in control, it was the sickening truth, he wasn't in control at all, drugs would ease it. No, he couldn't think of that right now, he couldn't run to something that got him hurt. He let out the tiniest whimper and a sob. He was so fucking weak, how did he end up like this? He didn't hear a click and the door handle rattle open, he did feel a shove of the door opening against his back. His eyes widened, quickly he pulled the tears away and moved to stand. There was Boomer, forcing his way into the tiny, mildew covered bathroom. He took one look at the trembling eighteen year old and sighed.

“Okay kid, come here. I'll tell you what, you take a break.” Donovan couldn't speak as he walked close to the man, hands still shaking. He just nodded and headed out the door. Boomer saw him at his limit. It was time to see if one more mission would cut it before he could move up on the food chain. If so, he wouldn't get much more work than this. Donovan needed a fucking break, he couldn't take much more before his head would be splattered across the wall like so many others. The teen was led out, hand on his shoulder the whole time. He couldn't calm down right now. Boomer kept talking.

“Listen here...I'm getting you a nice hotel room, okay? And you are gonna stay there...” Donovan jerked back. The older man looked surprised as he was glared at.

“Last time you did that, I had to shoot someone in a chest. What's the catch?” He was quick to assume things weren't as they seemed. Boomer taught him well, the man sighed.

“None this time, kid. Simmer down, all right?” The asshole sounded soothing, why the hell was he doing that? He's the one that forced the teenager to shoot someone, he's the one that held him down to inject drugs into him. Why did it sound like he was the guy's kid and he could calm down so easily from just a few words? It was fucked up, it was...it was working.

“Don't you dare tell me this and something happens. I'll shoot your ass faster than you think.” Boomer just smiled softly and ruffled his hair. Donovan, smiled wearily. He wanted to back up, but somehow, he couldn't. He wanted to scream, and somehow, his mind was crossed between heaven and hell. It didn't set well inside him.

“The only thing I need you to do is meet the boss again, he's looking for a bodyguard, and he wants someone able for the job. That's the only catch, kid. Honest.” Was this a step up? The young man's jaw dropped, why was he being put up for that position?

“B-Boom, weren't you lookin' for it?”

“Yeah, you're better aim than I am.” It shocked him, did the guy just give him a compliment? He just nodded.

“Get packed, you're leavin' soon.” Donovan rushed off to get his stuff together. It wasn't much, he was never given much at all. Just a pair of jeans that were pretty nice and a few shirts...and his jacket. He stuffed everything in his bookbag he found at a Thrift Store one day while on a drug run and blinked. His necklace fell out, his locket. How girly was that? He had a locket. It was banged up, tarnished, and pretty dented in, but it was his. He never admitted to anyone he kept it from way before he got to New York. Slowly, he opened the hinged heart to see the picture inside. It had two babies, he could only guess one was him, then a mother and a father holding them. He blinked at the man, he looked like him...

“DON! GET READY YOU'RE ABOUT TO LEAVE!” He heard the gruff call and stuffed it away, if there was one good memory, it was that. He was lucky he could keep it hidden from everyone so long. He vaguely remembered taking it from his mother's jewelry case and stuffing it in his pocket the day he was taken.

“Tch...” He stuffed everything he could and ran out of the building, to the docks. Looking back at his home from the time he was little to now, he saw one thing...an old warehouse with the inside converted to living quarters. It was for the bottom of the barrel, the grunts. What he was, or so he thought. So, he was seeing the boss again. Let's see where this will head to, huh? His gun wasn't around his waist, it was in his bag, wrapped up tight. He still wasn't sure what to expect, but the man in charge of him was by his side.

“Boom...why are you comin'?”

“Heh. Making sure you don't screw up.” That was a vote of confidence. Donovan sighed and watched as a black Mercedes Benz pulled up to escort the two thugs to their destination. The teen was the first to climb in. He was used to the leather seats and the plush surroundings by now. It helped ease the tension before and after a shooting. He sighed again and slumped in the seat, Boomer climbed in up front.

“Don, you better start liking this, you're gonna be in one more often with the big man after this. Aquarius himself.” It didn't put his mind at ease at all. Donovan said nothing as they drove off the docks towards the Brooklyn area.

“Just give me a cig, would ya?” He wouldn't even comment on it, he needed his nerves calm before he started hyperventilating again. Boomer gladly tossed a pack back there with a lighter. The teenager lit the stick and inhaled, blowing it out and calming down. Nicotine helped.

“You know they'll expect you clean after a time, right?” That got the young man's attention. How the fuck would they expect that? How could they? His eyes went wide.

“Wh-what'd you mean, 'clean'?”

“Listen, Kid, you'll be fine, stay calm...” Clean...as in, living without the thing that kept him sane? He knew there was a catch.

“I ain't going!”

“You're in the car, don't start this shit now, Donovan.” A small trimmer ran through him as he banged on the door.

“Stop it then, I'm not fucking going!”

“Kid, look at me! You're stronger than the damn drugs, don't do this now!” His voice sounded violent as violent at Donovan was feeling.

“Fuck you! Turn this damn thing around!” Desperation was setting in as he banged on the door again. He tried to open in while the car was moving, it wouldn't. They had the damned child safety lock on.

“Open the fucking door! I'm not going!” Boomer made the other brute halt the vehicle and climbed in the back seat. He pinned the teen to it, on top of him. “BOOMER GET OFF ME! GET THE FUCK OFF!” His voice cracked as he struggled, kicking at the older man, now starting to be terrified about being touched. He was having flashbacks to the incident just a few days before. A hand was placed over his mouth.

“Drive, Ralf, he'll be fine.” Boomer's voice was calm as the brunette struggled under the position he was in, tears were starting to stream and a panic attack was starting up under his mentor's hands. He felt the car start to move again, yelling from under the older man's hand. “I ain't gonna do that to ya, just listen for five fucking seconds. You're getting a chance to get out of the hellhole, you're getting your chance, kid. Don't blow it.”

Boomer backed up, leaving a trembling Donovan gulping for air and holding his chest. Slowly, the teen sat up, putting his head in his hands. There was a long drawn out sigh from the man now sitting next to him as he tried to touch his hair. The brunette jerked back against the door, on reflex.

“You're more screwed up than I thought...” Donovan didn't answer as he cupped his hands and tried to calm down, fumbling for a cigarette to help. Boomer didn't speak to him for a long time as they got caught in traffic. It took a long time before he'd say anything.

“Kid...it's my fault. All right? I'm sorry.” He didn't want to hear that, why the hell was he hearing that? He scowled and looked towards the other sitting next to him.

“Don't say that, it's too late to apologize.” Boomer sighed, flopping back against the seat.

“Don, I'm willing to say I pushed you too hard, all right? Take it for what it is. You got at this point.” Donovan grew quiet and stared out the window, smoking another cigarette since the other was forgotten and burned a hole through the leather. He stared the window, clean...like that could ever happen. He hasn't been clean since as long as he could remember. Which was...when, about thirteen? This was going to be hard as all hell. His mind was on the prospect as the car stopped in front of a ritzy hotel. The teen got out.

“Now, ask for Mr. Rosencroft's room and say they've been expecting you.” Donovan just nodded and headed in, backpack in tow. He saw them drive off. He thought they were coming. He shook his head as he stepped across beautiful marble floors of a great reception area full of lavish furniture. Here he was, in a ragged tank top and a pair of jeans that haven't been washed in a week. Great. He moved to the front desk, the man there has his nose in the air. Snobs. Donovan hated snobs.

“The soup kitchen is a few streets over.” Oh, if he could pull out a gun right now, he so would.

“No, sir, I'm here to see Mr. Rosencroft, I'm expected.”

“You're wanting to go to the Presidential Suite?” There was a laugh as he stared at the teenager up and down. “State your name, maybe if I'm amused enough, I won't get security to ask you to leave.” Donovan hesitated. It was bad enough he had to be hassled by a clerk at the front desk, but now people where staring at him. Rich people were staring at him. Sighing, he stared at the stuffy man in uniform.

“My name is Donovan Lewis, I'm to be expected.” That ended all conversation as the clerk went pale.

“Y-Yes sir, right away.” The teen smirked at the thought and soon gave him access to the top level. Walking up the stairs, to the elevator, he heard the now terrified worker calling them and telling the big boss he had arrived. When the doors open, he clambered in to go all the way to the top. It was a long ride since there were several stops and starts. Donovan didn't mind the wait as he finally reached his destination. He saw the two brutes standing outside the door, they looked Donovan over. He held up his hand, which didn't hurt anymore. They let him in with a nod, knowing that they were apart of something greater. It was a brotherhood, even if the teen hated it.

He walked in and looked around, the place was nice. Plush, elegant, the whole nine yards. Though, it was what he imagined. No one greeted him as he walked in, standing at the door, he waited. His ass was started to feel sore. It wasn't the best situation. Slowly he found a seat, then blinked. He heard a shuffle and a sniff.

Turning his head, he saw him. The boy who was on a leash. Donovan's jaw fell open, the there was a collar around his neck. He tilted his head as the other crawled towards him, sniffing the whole time.

“H-hello?” There was only breathing from the other male in the room. He noticed the smaller brunette had no shirt on and dark leather pants. There were cuffs around his wrists and feet. It was weird to look at as he felt the teen nuzzle his knee. He did hear a small sound coming out of the other's mouth. He reached down to almost push the weird freak away when his fingers were licked and sucked on.

“Geh...” Donovan pulled back his hand, blushing. Why was he blushing? It was strange but the kid put his hands on the brute's legs, pulling himself up to sniff at his chest and lick at his neck.

“U-uh...what are you doing?” He pulled back slightly, eyes wide as a kiss was placed on the corner of his lips. Donovan got a good look at the other's face. He was staring back at the same color green, only slightly fuzzy on the collared boy's. Was he blind? Frowning, he touched the other's cheek, running a finger down his neck. It was strange...there was a weird, nasty feeling scar there, right where his adams apple was. His jaw dropped, could this be his twin? Even the touch sparked something to happen in his head as he looked at the collar, looking for a name.

“...Leolin.” He whispered. “Leolin...oh my God.” His voice was shaken as he hugged the other, he knew right then. It was his twin.

“...ngh...” He heard a sound come from his brother he hadn't seen since childhood. It sounded like a dog or a cat. Hands were now on Donovan's face, feeling out every curve, every cranny. The other teenager gasped and moved to nuzzle. It was almost as if he too, knew.

“Leolin...it's me, Donovan.” He kept whispering, hugging his twin close, feeling kisses on his cheeks and finally a lick. It made him halt and stare as the other climbed onto the spot on the couch beside him, on all fours. Was he a fucking pet or something? Donovan's eyebrows furrowed. He felt a tongue piercing against his cheek, he looked the other over, there was one through each nipple. On the other's skin, there were scars and signs of abuse. The size comparison between the two was definitely there, Leolin was smaller.

It was sick. He soon was nuzzled again and kissed on his neck. It was weird, like a dog saying hello. He heard footsteps and looked over towards one part of the massive suite. There stood the boss, in all his glory. Refined in a white suit, fur coat, and a crooked smile on his face. The guy looked to be in his late twenties, clean shaved with fiery red hair.

“Excuse him, he's taught to greet people like that. Leolin, come here.” Donovan watched as the smaller teen scrambled off the couch and crawled to the man. “I heard you were the best my boys had to offer. I have one simple task for you, Donovan, was it?”

Donovan's eyes flicked up, staring at the other boy, his mind trying to wrap around why his twin was so trained like a dog. “Yeah.”

“I want you to keep my pet safe when I'm not around.” That lost look on Leolin's face was ever present.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now hurry up and change, I found out your size and those clothes won't do, I trust the clerk didn't give you any trouble from it, did he?” His eyes seemed cold at the mentioning of that. Donovan somehow knew what that meant, he would have someone offed.

“Naw, not at all.”

“Again, good. Now it's all laid out in the other room, hurry up and get clean. I have to leave.” The teen quickly left for the other room. Great, he was going to play babysitter, guard his ass...like this was a guard job. He pulled off his clothes in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Those eyes, that name...his brother. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. He tore off his pants and got in the biggest shower he had ever seen. It was massive...it felt...wonderful.

“Maybe now I don't have to worry about so much shit...” Donovan cleaned himself, careful of the area between his legs and anus. There were stitches down there, after all. Sighing, he got out and went to grab a towel. Then he felt something rub on his leg, the teen looked down to see the 'pet' tilting his head back and up at him.

“Hey...uh...” He frowned and leaned down to see a small note in the other teen's mouth. It simply stated that the leader of Aquarius had to leave right away for 'business' and to take care of him. Donovan couldn't read, he could only guess...sighing he put the note on the sink counter and stood up again. He quickly went out to change into the clothes set aside for him. They were soft, silk and felt awesome to his skin. He flopped on the bed.

Soon the shuffling and dragging of legs were heard and finally Donovan caught sight of his twin climbing onto the bed.

“...ah?” He felt a nuzzle and a lick on his neck soon after. Leolin was nipping on his ear the moment his twin batted at him.

“Would you stop? I don't like that.” The larger of the two looked at his brother, a lost look on the other's sightless face. Donovan saw a hesitant slide back and blinked. Was he expecting to be hit?

“Hey...hey it's all right.” He reached his hand out and it immediately got sniffed as his twin leaned his head into his brother's palm, crawling back to him to nuzzle. “You can't speak can you?” That rewarded him with a soft sigh as he leaned into his brother's chest.

Donovan didn't know what to do as he reached down and rested a hand on Leolin's stomach. He felt a rumble and blinked. “Are you hungry?” He looked down at his twin whose eyes went wide a little and crawled over the top of him to kiss. The other didn't kiss back and blinked as the other teen kissed lower and licked down his abdomen.

“Uh...Leolin...what are you...aaah.” His toes curled, somehow his brother got his fly open and passed his boxers to suck on his no longer flaccid cock. “Leolin! N-n...ngh....” He sounded just like his brother as his whole length was swallowed. Panting, Donovan's hand went to his brother's hair and shook, he felt a pierced tongue roll over every inch of his manhood. He moaned and gripped his twin's hair and pulled him off.
“What....what the hell are you doing...?” He panted, pushing Leolin away. His brother only squeaked pathetically from being shunned. Donovan shook his head. “What type of hungry are you thinking of...” Then it hit him like a ton of bricks...Leolin was fed like that.

“Oh you're fucking kidding me...” He growled and got up, arousal forgotten as he went to the kitchen. Leolin crawled after him, slowly, inching, trying to find his way without hitting something. Donovan looked in the refrigerator. It was fully stocked. Scowling, he saw the milk and looked for glasses and found some. He poured some in a glass and soon felt his brother touching his ankle as he poured it for him and put it on the floor, making sure it made some noise.

“Drink that.” Leolin seemed to shrink back at his brother's tone, his twin was scared. Frowning, Donovan knelt down, even if it hurt him to do so. He had to settle his voice. “Okay, Leolin...would you like some milk?” His brother tilted his head and nuzzled his groin, making Donovan yelp. “Ack...not that type! No! This!” He pushed the glass near Leolin, making it nearly touching it to his cheek. It was out of pure shock when he saw his brother lick some off the top of it. He sighed, it was pathetic and strange that they could do this to his twin. He was nearly having a fit as he pulled out a bowl and poured it in that. Donovan watched as his twin lapped up the milk like an animal. He was sure as hell not going to let this go on as he watched his brother try and eat everything he laid out for him. It broke his twin's heart to watch him crawl around, unable to see or speak.

“Fucking jackass.” He hugged himself as his brother crawled to him again to nuzzle and yawn. How long had it been since Leolin had a proper meal? Frowning, he watched as there was a kiss laid on his cheek and his twin shuffled out of the room and into his master's to flop on a pillow near the bed, curling up to sleep. Donovan walked over to check on him and slowly looked in to see the other teen fast asleep with a thumb in his mouth.

There was only one thing on the young man's mind, how to get them both out of there.


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Woohoo! Another chapter done!